Star over Du Quoin, III.
Outside, on the sun-soaked Du Quoin, Ill., State Fair grounds, hawkers hawked everything from fake jewelry to trusses and early American furniture. Girlie shows fringed the noisy midway. Prize hogs grunted, fat rabbits panted, chicken legs sputtered in deep fat. But most of the 37,718 fans jammed inside the gaily canopied grandstand and the adjacent bleachers had little use for such frippery. Their attention was focused on a burnished clay race track before them, where 15 sleek standardbreds were warming up for the start of trotting's annual classic—the...
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